We had all our friends here tonight. OK, maybe not all of them, but our two closest Mankato families came over for supper. Bart said he wanted to do the cooking as he wanted to know for sure it would turn out well. And it sure did. Grilled steak and chicken, hash brown casserole, Kari's fruit salad, and two different desserts.
Then Bart went to see MIke in jail. And sat for thirty minutes while Mike blamed us, said we were the problem, pushed every button he had. Which is exactly why it was Bart who had to go. He can just sit and patiently listen while I respond. And it is never good when I do.
So Bart got blamed and mistreated and cussed at and called a hypocrite and told he was controlled by his overbearing wife and on and on and on.
But he'll probably go back and visit again, because as Bart says, someone needs to go and remind him of who he is. But at this point, I know that it can't be me.
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